L I L Y E V A N S

Sturgis could tell it wasn’t easy for Lily to be in a vulnerable position, never mind reliant on him of all people. For all his good intentions, the two weren’t exactly close, and if he knew anything about her, it was that she preferred to be the one taking care of people – not bleeding on the couch of a guy who’d given her his address for a booty call.

She was handling it well, though; there had been no silly ‘I can take it from here’s or ‘you don’t have to’s. They both knew what had to be done, and they were doing it to the best of their respective abilities, all things considered.

For his part, Podmore was having a surprisingly easy time thinking of her as friend-who-needs-mending rather than redhead-I-would-shag, although much of that was probably due to the amount of blood and bruises she was covered in. Nevertheless, her request for help in taking her shirt off stirred nothing in his nether regions, and so the following “I thought you’d never ask,” was almost platonic in nature; he’d just have hated to miss a good joke.

He bit down on his wand before gingerly starting to unbutton the garment. Thankfully the bra underneath seemed largely unscathed, if covered in blood, and he could’ve sighed with relief. Gently peeling the fabric from her skin, Sturgis began applying dittany all over the newly exposed cuts and scrapes, his earlier anger simmering just below the surface as he quietly focused on the task at hand.

With that done, he sat back on his heels and looked up at Lily again, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as he tried to decipher her expression. Only then did he notice that she seemed to be trembling, and he cursed himself for not realising sooner. She was probably in shock, she needed a blanket or something. He picked up a throw from the adjacent armchair and draped it over her, before asking, “Right, am I missing anything? Do you want another pain relief potion, or a sleeping draught, or even a cuppa?”

Each button that came undone brought a scarlet shame to her skin. It was mortifying to her, to be so exposed to what she knew was more or less a stranger, but a girlish indignity had no place in a war and she did her best to remember. The soft touches across her skin were nicer than she anticipated and she focused on it; it was better than the pain. “You’ve done this before...”

Glancing up at him at his question she felt her face screw up in confusion as she tried to make sense of his words. He’d asked her something, but her haze had laid over her like the blanket he had put around her. 

“What?” Weakly she rubbed her face, trying to focus on what he had said. He’d offered her something, and she did her best to answer. “Could I please have a glass of water?”

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     ‘   right, sorry.   ‘ There’s this odd, inexplicable feeling that manifests all-throughout. It’s hard to pinpoint the source, as it seems to affect each and every fibre of his being. He can see her approach, hear the sound of her feet as they move across the floorboards, but for some reason it’s watched as if through a haze; he knows she walked across the room towards him, he watched her do it, but somehow it’s still so startling to have her hand suddenly grace his forehead. To have her so close. 

     And he swallows again. Feeling the warmth of her palm against his skin, he leans, however subconsciously, into her touch. It feels so familiar, like something Miss Weasley has done countless times before, but somehow different. There’s so many things to take in all at once, from the shade of her hair to the sound of her voice, from the softness of her hand to the scent of her perfume. It’s all so distracting that he hardly catches what she says, and he has to blink and lean back against the counter to be able to focus.

     ‘   sorry, i missed that. what did you say?   ’

“I said, ‘did you have a bad night’?” Worry intensifying Lily brushed his bangs aside to take a better look at him, keen eyes searching for anything that could give away what her son was hiding before her eyes fell on the lightning bolt that cut its way across Harry’s forehead. Like a shot to the gut, her stomach fell and her eyes widened, both hands moving to his shoulders to usher him into a chair. “Sit, sit sit sit.” 

“Correct,” He replied smugly and let his hands travel down to her mid, only to have them rest on her hips in the end. “Are you suggesting we take this to the dungeons?” That had his smirk grow ever so slightly. 

“Are you sure you would dare take the risk? I am a cunning man after all,” With his hands on his hips, he pressed their bodies slightly more closer together and leaned forwards to nip at the side of her neck. “People might think I seduced everyone’s favourite teacher to have her follow me to recklessly” He chuckled.

Lily’s chuckle carried a breathy quality, a testament to how riled she was becoming and she willingly tilted her head away. Severus was welcome to do as he pleased with her neck just as she felt she was free to dishevel the usually impeccable man. Fingers slipped higher into his hair, just enough to find purchase before offering a gentle tug. “Perhaps you have-”

Sturgis couldn’t help the shudder that went through him at her account. That someone had seriously injured an innocent young woman was one thing, but that there had been several of them, that they’d attacked from behind, and that they had kicked her once she was down… The wand in his hands began shaking with a quiet rage he did his best to swallow down.

He didn’t say anything, not trusting himself to speak, and quietly summoned a bucket from the bathroom. Her expression was one he’d seen many times before, albeit in less dire circumstances, and he knew she might not be able to hold it in. “Let me know if you need this,” he said, nodding towards the receptacle.

On the upside, if magic hadn’t been used, at least her injuries should be quite straightforward to mend. He had plenty of experience in the area anyway…

“I’m going to try mending your rib, and then I’ll work on the bleeding,” he began in a level tone, keen to both help her stay awake and communicate with her throughout the process. “Finally I’ll close up all the superficial wounds and try to stop them scarring over, okay?”

With that said, he located the rib in question and cast a skilful Episkey on it, then gently pressed against the skin to feel how well it had healed. It seemed fine as far as he could tell, but he looked up at Lily nonetheless. “How does that feel, love? If it’s a dull kind of sore, that’ll be the bruises. I’ll get to them in a minute,” he reassured, before moving on to her larger wounds. One by one, he gently closed them up, then disappeared for a moment and returned with some dittany.

Starting with her face, Sturgis gently dropped some of the essence onto every cut and scrape he could see, until they were all healed over. “I’ll have to—” He cleared his throat slightly nervously despite having said these words numerous times before. “Can I take your shirt off?” Was he actually blushing? “I can see bleeding, but there’s no way to get the dittany onto it through your clothes,” he clarified quickly, just in case there were any doubts as to his intentions.

Nodding at his offering of the bucket Lily did her best to keep the embarrassment at bay. It was low, distant, but she was still aware of the fact he was doting on her like a child. He needed to and she would not last long on her own, but logic didn’t help the irrational flutter of shame in her chest from blossoming to life. 

To her credit Lily had never broken a rib before, her arm yes, but the pain of her rib forced to such an unnatural angle was almost indescribable. Episkey helped, the spell’s sharp swings of hot and cold offering her relief. If nothing else she could breathe easier than she had the whole way there. Finding it in her to smile Lily weakly nodded as his warm hand covered the battered and bruised flesh over her ribs. 

A chill washed over her, raising gooseflesh in its path as Sturgis left her, with a distant rummaging sound he seemed to find what he needed, but Lily paid it no mind. Her thoughts too focused on fighting the shivers that threatened to take her. Unconsciously she inched closer as he mended her skin, feeling his body against her trembling knees.

“Yeah, theyre- sweet.” He had an odd, closed expression on his face, his mind racing behind his eyes. If any of the boys saw it, they’d be laughing. Thank god stags can’t laugh. But what the hell was James doing? Why was he transformed in the middle of the day, out in the open? But actually, this was probably exactly what he was hoping for. Lily to fawn over him (no pun intended), he probably even wanted Remus to bring her over to him, have her pat his nose.

…But he was not going to let her be fooled into that, no sir. “Looks sort of small, doesn’t it? Not like a baby, just…small.”

“A bit...I suppose I’m not sure how big they can be.” Pulling a lock of hair over her shoulder Lily let her fingers fidget, auburn strands coiled around her finger as she took in the sight. Small or not, the sight was enchanting. “Perhaps it’s a juvenile...poor thing, I wonder why it’s in the Forbidden Forest; that’s hardly safe.”

Perhaps she could talk to Hagrid about it.

“A deer, a female deer.”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Boom.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Boom.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Boom.

“What of it?”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? Kisses. Deep, passionate kisses with wandering hands get her from 0 to 100 in just a matter of moments if she’s with the right lover. If she doesn’t already feel attracted to someone it’s almost impossible to get her there. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

In bed? Not much she’s a pretty giving lover. Outside of bed? To an almost cruel degree. When she’s in the mood she’ll tempt them with stray hands on the thigh, coquettish glances, licking her lips. When she’s feeling it she’s kind of a pain in the ass.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Lily is firmly of the opinion that if you can’t laugh in bed you’re with the wrong person. She’s pretty goofy in bed, especially before the clothes come off. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Boom.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Boom.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On herself, it’s her neck, half because it’s absurdly sensitive and half because she thinks it looks nice when her hair is down. On her lovers, it’s their hands and their lips. Lily is not above getting pretty NSFW with her lover's hands, showing them just what that mouth do. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lily isn’t bad at giving, she’s very committed to making sure her lover is happy and if oral is something they like she’s sure to do it. Even unprompted but she loves receiving. It’s one of her favourite, albeit selfish, pastimes in bed. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Boom.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

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“Fenrir no.”

(ILY2)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Lily is a big kisser. She can’t really enjoy it unless she’s facing her lover in some way, seeing their face just does something to her. She’s also prone to paying compliments and all in all is very doting. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

If you ask her? Bed. She’s somewhat traditional, but she has no qualms fooling around anywhere else just as long as she’s not made to admit it. Another secret weakness of hers is her office, but you didn’t hear that from me. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

“I much prefer truth.”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When it comes to sex Lily doesn’t have too many secrets, but the few she has she’s determined to take to the grave. The biggest of which is her crush on Minerva during her school years. She herself wasn’t aware of the attraction until a while after she graduated, but it was a rough few days when she realized it. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

An insatiable cuddler. She more or less wants to sleep on top of her lover. One leg is over theirs, her arms are around their waist, her head on their chest. She’s not the most talkative, more content to simply lay there and enjoy the silence. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Lily is not a kinky woman. In fact, most kinks actually bewilder her, but for her lover, she’d be willing to try most things barring the most out there ones. The only real risk she takes is with her birth control. It’s not a kink, she’s just bad at it. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)